We went to play pickleball with the sister missionaries working in our YSA branch. Sister Beesley had never played pickleball before. She didn't want to play with the elders because they were too good. So she asked us to teach her how to play. (We must be safe competition in her eyes.) 

As we all rode together to the Stake Center, we visited about the people in the branch. Sister Beesley, with emotion and conviction said, "I feel like a mother. I'm so concerned about everyone. It's stressful to see someone standing by themselves or not being talked to. I want to tell people to go sit by them, talk to them, make them feel welcome so they will come next week. I just can't help mothering them."

She expressed exactly what we have been feeling too. Tonight we had two young adults come to institute who were not members of our church. Both of them were brought by members of the YSA branch. Our "parent hearts" were bursting with pride as the branch members surrounded these young men with love and inclusion. 

This is our apartment and it has this beautiful picture of Christ that came out of the Lubbock Temple. The first time we opened our fridge we were greeted by this beautiful rose the missionary couple before us left. We have felt very at home.